I need a good nail specialist!
I got up bright and early this morning, met up with other family members and off we went to vote! We queued happily at our chosen polling station. It opened 25 minutes late – not a good start! There was a lot of grumbling from the small gathering but everyone was patient and eventually the lines started moving. The very young policemen that was manning the door, did his bit in between checking his cell phone messages. Finally, it was my turn! Damn and blast! I was told that I am no longer on that voters roll so must have been moved into a different constituency.
Back in the car and off down the road to a polling station in the next door suburb. The feeling there is very different there. The queue is longer (not surprisingly as it is now nearly an hour later). The friendly policemen greets us and assists us with instructions on which line to join. There is general chit-chat and thank goodness, shade from the African sun! A while later, I leave – pink finger and all!
Now we wait. My friends have been phoning continuously. Some have reports of low turnout while others are still in queues. I wonder if the SA Election Observer could pass on the name of the nail specialist. I am going to need it after today!!
